I don't know how
we got there, but
we have just
locked the door behind
us in a
bedroom in my house, myself and the
woman of my dreams.
We are barricading the door
against the
zombies which have taken over the rest of the house. The room is on the second floor, and
we know
we have to get out somehow. I feel
numb.
She doesn't know
I love her or even who I am. The zombies are breaking through the door as
we climb out the window onto the roof with bed sheets.
We've tied the sheets up
somewhere and I'm trying to convince
her to
climb down but
she won't.
She will climb down right after me. I'm down and
running from the zombies but
she is not there. As I turn around I see
she has
fallen and the zombies are closing in. I run to help
her. I hear an
urgent car horn and
we are running across the street into a car
packed with people.
The inside is like a limo, with two seats facing each other in the back. This is upsetting and she will not sit near me. We all seem familiar with each other but I don't know any of them. There is arguing as the car moves along, but it seems muted compared to everything else. It is brought up very rudely that she is pregnant. This is a shock to my senses. We have come to a stop at a gas station near my house, though the car had been moving in the opposite direction. It is deserted and these people are convinced that people trashed it, not zombies. But as we are considering taking food for ourselves we realize there are zombies there and get into the helicopter and take off. Next we are over water. I'm trying to tell her but she is angry and doesn't want to talk to anyone.